Tom Foolery - Breakfast [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse: Tom Foolery]
I'm in the kitchen cookin' breakfast with my momma
I'm the cats pajamas, she be tellin' me about the Dalai Lama
Man, I'ma eat up all these rappers, call me Tommy Dahmer
We smokin' marijuana, whippin' round in Jenny's Honda
Insert a comma so I can separate thoughts
Grew up in the home of Huggy Bear and Don Knotts
Boulevard where we kick it, like Gabby we gon' stick it
You ain't with it? Then forget it, man what the fuck is you ignant?
No need for stage names, you can use my government
Independent Mastermind I think that, that should cover it
Chillin' on the mothership, calm as Kiefer Sutherland
And if you see my sister can you tell her how her brother's been?
Greater than that tiger with a bowl full of Frosted Flakes
Haters get retired, my new tires help to stop the race
I ain't ever caught a case, So I ain't ever lost a case
I'm all about my money like Italian's on a pasta bake
Lots of fake rappers in my ear droppin' punchlines
They just wanna eat see I am leader of the lunchline
Change my name to Nestle cuz to me it's always crunch time
Billy Bong and Wesley best believe it's always blunt time
Yes, I want mine in every small denomination, nevermind
I'll take it all, I got the bank vault combination
Conversation was a bust, so I threw it to the birds
Transportation is a bus when I'm commutin' to the Burgh
Student learnin' on a curve and your rhymes are elementary
Lean it makes you swerve and ya'll are lookin' hella bent to me
Did you sell your Bentley? Nope I never had one
Thank heaven she was sent for me or hell cuz she's a bad one
Wanna see my gun? Then girl please open up this Magnum
Wouldn't it be fun? You count these bodies while I'll tag them
Usually don't do this but I had to go brag some
Yeah I got guts, I just climbed the Agrocrag son!